Final Volume: A Little World in the Dust - Dance (3)

"Full power." He clenched his fist.

The space around his fist seemed to twist—no, it wasn't just an illusion. It really was twisting! Such a simple action as clenching his fist made space itself wail in anguish! Xiao Wu suddenly felt her heart seize. That fist... It hadn't even been swung yet; he'd only clenched it, and already it filled her with an instinctive fear!

The "fist" was probably humanity's oldest and most primitive weapon.

From the index finger to the little finger, each one curled toward the base in turn, then the thumb locked them in place. And that was it—the most primitive weapon was complete.

The hand formed a fist through the act of "clenching."

But what was it holding?

Not air, nor space.

It held power.

The purest power, stripped of every adornment.

Did Gustav, the strongest human, often clench his fists?

The answer was no.

Even the strongest punch he'd ever used, Unrivaled Strike, when he'd gone toe-to-toe with Xiao Wu in Business Capital as she unleashed her ultimate secret art, had only been a very forceful swing. His fist had still been relaxed.

It had been a very, very long time since he'd truly clenched his fist with all his strength.

Because if he clenched it with all his strength...

"...my own hand would be badly injured too."

"...?"

His own hand would be injured too?

In other words, even his own hand couldn't withstand the strength of his grip?

"But today's an exception. If it's you as you are now, you're worth clenching my fist with all my strength."

"But even if you clench your fist with all your strength, how could—"

BANG!! "...Ugh?"

The side of her head,

at her temple,

felt as though something had burst,

"...?"

Everything slowed down. The spreading